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Sunday, January 31, 2016

Chains
of Our Progress

By David V. Mammina

What is it that you can’t live
without?For millions of years, history
has shown us that water, food and shelter are crucial to humanity’s survival
and growth.Taking even one of these vital
elements out of our lives will result in certain death. Without question, they are necessities to us.Yet, years ago, they were also
indulgences.The few squandered these
elements when the many craved for them.This
is when they added an extra element to our crucial few.

Clearly, this fourth element did not
belong, for God or natural design did not bestow it to us.What once was a convenience swiftly
transformed into a necessity.My brethren,
this is how it was until 2028.We live
in a very different world today.That
fourth element is gone.It is a power
that only nature could control.It had
existed long before life was breathed into this world.Because it did not belong in our hands, it
was taken away forever.

I was a capable young man when it
happened.The Electromagnetic Smart
Pulse, or EMSP as it was called, was first used in the Middle Eastern war-zone.It was a missile that dug into
the sand and emitted a powerful pulse potent enough to nullify enemy
technology.In time, the United Nations
used it as a proactive approach to pigeonhole terrorist organizations and
nations that supported them.It also
worked well as a negotiating tool, warning all potential threats to submit or
lose that fourth element: electricity.

When I was working as a U.N. soldier, they
placed me in the EMSP response team.After the weapon had done its deed, we had to go in and confirm that the
area was safe for allied arrival.If the
weapon was left unchecked, the nullified zone could become heavily
unstable.People react to the loss of
power in the same way all the time.First, they panic.Then, they cry
out for help amongst each other.Lastly,
they destroy themselves.It was a terrible
three-phase horror story.We never
wanted that.

Whoever held the weapon held the
power.Any nation could lose their
fourth element with the touch of a button, for that missile became the bomb of
the 21st Century.It didn’t
turn people to ash or vaporize the food source.It didn’t poison the water or discharge nuclear radiation.My brethren, it just eliminated the power
supply.That was the world until 2028.

As I remember it, it was a Sunday afternoon
here in New York when we learned that Beijing, China had lost all power.The entire city was out of commission.The whole world reacted gravely.Were they attacked by a rogue rival wielding
the EMSP?Were they trying to make it
themselves and tragically blundered?Members of the United Nations turned on each other to uncover the culprit.They all denied responsibility.In days, Beijing was evacuated.It took that long for Shanghai to be the next
to fall.Hong Kong followed a week
later.

With China’s three major cities drained of
all electric power, the once prevailing nation was but a dark void.No one dared to go there.Stories told of the hell that ensued.Tales that one would never speak of at
dinner, I can tell you that.To spare
you the details, imagine a mass of people losing all power in the blink of an
eye.Imagine the chaos.Imagine the horror.

As the world feared an economic collapse,
thousands upon thousands of displaced Chinese migrants wound up on the United
States’ western shores.There were too
many of them, of course, and the rapid overpopulation of California proved to
be too much for the country to handle.This
was just the beginning.In the days to
come, San Francisco went the way of the Chinese cities and blacked out
indefinitely.Sacramento followed suit
and then Los Angeles in three days’ time.The terror that the Chinese migrants faced in their homeland had tracked
them to the United States.This inexplicable
nightmare was finally here on our home soil.The thief of the fourth element was among us.

It was as if the hand of God came down and
smothered our technological advances.How arrogant we must have seemed to the heavens.The Lord created all that we needed, but it
was not enough.We had to manufacture a
better, more convenient world.Well, that
world was falling into oblivion.Stationed in New York City, I knew that this phantom thief of
electricity was going to strike here one way or another.What kind of force was causing this? Whoever or whatever it was had traveled the
Pacific Ocean to make us its newest prey.How far would it go—the whole world?

Once California was dead, the government
shut down our borders and issued an unenforceable background check on every
man, woman and child that recently entered the state.It was too late by then.This terrorist was finished with
California.From Albuquerque to Oklahoma
City, Memphis to Cincinnati, and Pittsburgh to Philadelphia, it came straight
for us.In a week, we received a tip
that it was going to strike New York next.By this time, the country was breathing its last breath.Doomsayers cried in the streets, looters and
rioters laid waste to cities and all order had broken down for good.The heavy boot of Darwin crushed the idea of
police saving the day.

How could they not have seen that such a
day would come?There was no one prepared
for it, not even the stupid geniuses that created the damn weapon.There was no point in debating then, for the
dreaded thief of the fourth element advanced for New York.While New Jersey was in the dark, we were
busy evacuating the city.How sad.People asked us where they were supposed to
go.I could only lower my head and close
my eyes.Even my own family snuck onto a
ship for Europe.Everyone knew that the
thief of the fourth element would hitch a ride on one of them, much like it did
from China.Still, the hope of just
having a small promise of light attracted a mass exodus of sorry souls like the
moth to the flame.

People cried out against the hacker
terrorists of the world, finally blaming them for destroying the feigned
network of the human hubris.Such a
delicate infrastructure was never made to last.For years, the issue hardly made it into the situation rooms. So weak, so fragile was our fake world of
lights and instant gratifications.It
never really mattered to me who was to blame.We all were guilty of it, having been disconnected from natural reality
and plugged in to a frail mockery of pleasure and control.

In traveling uptown, Americans from all
over cried at the sight of Broadway.Soon, even I knew that these lights, phones, supermarkets, train
stations and whatever else were going to die in a day.The military escorted people out of the city
and tried to stop the thief of the fourth element from even reaching us.The problem was that no one really knew what
it was.Did anyone ever really see
it?Was it a man with a special EMSP
weapon?Was it a cyber-virus?My brethren, I came to terms about my life
from that moment on.I was going to live
in darkness forever.Times Square never
looked so beautiful that evening.They
kept the lights on, as if the blackout epidemic was not a threat to New York’s
electric prosperity.

But, as promised, New York City had turned
into a ghost town.The military and the
EMSP response teams cleared the streets the best they could.Only crazed and terrified stragglers
remained.Newspapers and garbage
littered the streets amongst broken glass and bodies of lifeless
strangers.I remember crying as I walked
up 8th Avenue, watching frantic looters break into stores to steal
electronics.Even the panic-stricken
thieves were broken-minded, unable to accept the gravity of the situation.Everything I thought I knew about my world
was going to change.I thought about my
family.It pained me to reminisce,
because there was nothing hopeful on the horizon—only blackness and silence.

And then, in the middle of the night, the
wave of everlasting darkness came over us all.My phone had died. My
communication gear froze.The city that
never slept fell into a deep coma.I
heard shouts and cries from outside the hotel, shouts of terror.Looking out from my window, I would rather
not convey to you the sights of bitter sadness and chaotic rage.The moon above gave us a stark reminder of
who we were going to be as a species.The many stars shined in the sky like a diamond-encrusted ceiling.That vision of great beauty stemmed my
fears.I had never seen such a magnificent
spectacle before.The overbearing lights
of the city were always in the way.Having climbed to the top of the grand building, I slept on the roof and
surrendered to the night.

It was then that it happened. A feint feeling of energy radiating like a
beacon tore me from my sleep.A feeling too strong, I checked my watch and
peered through darkness for the strange feeling.Rubbing my eyes, I found him.I found something.His eyes seemed to glow a faint white and his
head was completely bald, as if he never had hair to begin with.Though he wore simple kakis and a hoodie, the
man uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the vent and spoke first, saying,
“Did fate bring me up here, or did it bring you?”

His voice was soothing, with hint of an
English accent coupled by a metallic static.As if he was an android, he answered himself, “Perhaps both.”

In shock, I could only muster, “What are
you?”

“I am free.”He replied from the roof’s edge, looking out
over the blackness of the new city, “Unlike you, a prisoner to your primitive
mind.”

Taken aback, I withdrew from the
supernatural man, slowly backing up.Sensing that he was losing me, he proceeded, but turned to look at me, “Have
you seen it all while you were up here, alone?It’s eerie.It’s always eerie, at
first.”

Eerie was one way to describe it all.The city was nearly silent upon the high
roof.No planes soaring overhead and no
loud honking far below.Still standing
in my place, baffled and confused, I watched parts of the cityscape glow with
uncontrolled fires.As the scenery ate
its way into my stomach, he declared, “I call myself Organism.What is your name?”

My anxiety brushed off his question as I
felt my voice break, “How?”

Organism replied spiritedly, “That is
usually the first question.It is a good
one.”

“I
know.”I thought to myself, “So let’s hear it.”

He started without any hesitation, saying
with poise, “A Chinese diplomat offered me a job.If I agreed to undergo a top-secret
experiment that could kill me, I would become a hero to the new world.I knew the risks, for I was a nobody—an expendable
asset.Perhaps, even a traitor to Queen
and Country?Nonetheless, if not for
pride alone, I agreed to become their lab rat—and a hefty lump sum.

“What transpired was a major
breakthrough.Their scientists had
studied the various applications of the EMSP in secret for years.A 72-hour procedure made me a host for EMSP
energy.Circuits ran through my body, up
into my fingertips, and even my brain.My core contains a nucleus for this great power even now.I had become a human EMSP weapon.”

“Mother of God.”I could only muster, “It was you?All this was—”

Organism interjected, continuing his story,
“However, they did not anticipate how powerful it really was.Within me, I had the ability to feel and
control electric currents.I could
switch power on and off at will.Unquestionably, I obeyed their will alone.However, there came a time when I chose not
to heed their beckoning calls.I
realized that this power within my very being was meant for greater things—a
greater purpose.I was no longer a
man.I was a conduit for God.”

I had to ask, feeling myself step closer to
him, somehow lured in by his words, “So they made you an organic weapon?”

“Yes. With no strain at all, I disabled
their entire facility.Realizing what I
could accomplish, the mission became clear to me.Beijing was the first city I freed from the
fourth element.From that moment forth,
no city would be safe from my gift.People
needed to be free to become humans again, rather than slaves to the technology
they thought they controlled.It
controlled them.”

In shock, my next question came out with my
next breath, “The fourth element?What
is that?”

“It is the element our world chose to rely
on most.”Organism said to me, “It is
the foundation of all our technological advances as a civilization.It is electricity.”

Still not satisfied with him, I continued,
“Why?Why just take it all away?”

This question tugged at his heart.I could see that.From all the times he had to answer for his
deeds, it never seemed to get easier.Organism
turned to consider the dark peace of the city and replied, “Do you remember
when you were young and the power went out in your home—your neighborhood?It was a sinking feeling.We always hoped that our service workers were
working overtime to put the power back on.The one thing we should have been wondering during those times was what we
would do if it never came back.

“Why were we so dependent on it?Were we not better than that?Are we not now?Do you remember using pencils and pens to
write?Do you remember what it was like
to actually interact with a person off of the computer—off of the mobile
devices?It is time to think about what
makes us human.It was fun for a while,
until it raced past our understanding of what it really was.It evolved so fast, we never had time to see
it clearly.

“Look at what we are without this
power.What are those people down in the
streets now without this element?They
are stupid, scared and useless.Behold
how many lay down and die because they do not know what to do next.They were blinded for so long, they lost
their humanity to it.Do you see
now?Food shall no longer be
manufactured.Social networks shall no
longer enslave us. And, most of all,
lives will no longer be chained by the fake promises of progress.Nature has given us all we need.So, why are we fighting so hard to make it
ourselves?”

The words of Organism sunk deep into my
heart.The world was out of control, lost
in its hope for perfection.My brethren,
I understood, for there was no turning back.Humanity did not rule the world.The fourth element used us as hosts.I was still scared of this change.I wished to be weaned off it, instead of losing it altogether.But, as you heard, this was the point of no
return.

After letting him monologue on me, I only
dared to ask one more question.I said,
“Why do you call yourself Organism?”

There, he looked at me with an expression
of wonder and said, “Because it is the one thing I wish to be and I am not and
it is the one thing you are, but have taken for granted.”

I’ll never forget that answer.Organism lost his humanity to his pride the
moment he chose to become a cyborg.However, the moments following his transformation gave us hope.He was more human than most of us then.There were so many other questions I could
have asked him on that roof, but I chose to let it go.Should I have fought for the millions of
people who died because of his deeds?Maybe he would have given me another answer to convince me of the harsh truth.The chains of our progress put us all into an
illusion of freedom.Were we ever really
living?

Many died that year—millions, including
those I loved.The survival of the fittest
was true again.Are we not civilized
animals under all these lies?That
creature, Organism, offered me his companionship on that roof.Some days I wonder what would have happened
to me if I agreed to follow him.I just
couldn’t see it again and again, that fall of humanity.I wonder still what became of him.For us now, surviving on solar, hydro and
wind generators, it doesn’t matter.We
have a farm.We have a future.Maybe our children will be happier than we
are, having been born into a world where they are free and need not pay the
price to become unchained—unplugged.

The saddest thing about having lived
through the Fourth Element Era is my lack of memory.For the life of me, I just can’t remember it.I, like so many others, chased carrots right
into the cage.What had it
accomplished?I have memories in my
dreams, or so I think they are memories.All of my life was a blur, just a long blur with sound, colors and a
ceaseless search for an indulgent life that never bore the fruit craved.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Even Death Hates This Town

by David V. Mammina

There is no
benefit in taking one’s life to heaven or hell if it means stepping foot in
this anus of a town.How long I have
lived and satisfied the heavens as a celestial assassin only to be punished
with this final task?Centuries!I have dreamt of this moment, having taken
the ultimate trip in fulfillment of my duties.But this—I can gag before the job is done.Even the baron wastes of Asia Minor offer
greater solace than this place.Diker
Heights, you are dead to me.

My resume is
impressive, for none have escaped me—ever.Be him old or young, handsome or hideous, gay or straight, smart or
dumb.They all become mine.That is, until they sit it out in
Purgatory.A lone dimension as that can
make one ponder a life’s tale.However,
there is something about this miserable town that makes my knees buckle.

Perhaps it is
the loneliness amid the bustling lot?Every one of them walks like aimless cattle to their next slaughter of
their own souls.How many 99 cent stores
can one town have?It vexes me!Three on a block, four on another.Of course, in between those are the sidewalks
of despair.Old hags retch their
breakfast right into the street.Cars
and smog-spewing trucks blast their horns at each other, as if the machines are
actually communicating.Garbage and
half-eaten cat food litter the way.It
feels like a gauntlet just making it from one avenue to the next.

There are no
displays of affection—no open sentiments of any kind.Instead, there is the smell of rotten culture.The rats lethargically wait until the dead of
night to pick their morsels of strewn fish bones and bird carcasses.Scraps and newspapers roll in the wind
tunnels and press against the chain link fences, perhaps trying to evacuate the
town.There are no places to eat or for
children to play.I tell you, as death
tells the living, the only reason to step foot into this pit of a town is to
escape me.Let that be enough.

I was human
once, like you.Middle class by western
social standards, my life was average.I
lived and I died.And yet, that was the
trouble of it.In retrospect, I only
existed.There was not enough hardship
to know what living could feel like.My
dreams were easy whispers in the wind, carrying anywhere and for nothing but
pride.I was not wealthy enough to
understand power and how it corrupts.There were no lessons learned—no lessons to teach another.In putting it plainly, I was a spark that
never caught fire.I was like every lost
soul here—a living zombie.

There she
sits.As a Halloween pumpkin ravaged by
a starving squirrel on the stoop, she squats and eats sugary donuts.Her skin is pale and her eyes are low.If she could see my face, I would shun
her.She would know that I have no pity.Since my own life was taken, heaven and hell
had no reason to take me.After I claim
her vapid soul, it will be price enough to let me have another chance.The wastes of Purgatory have taken its toll
on me, but this town has done worse to this pathetic person.

I do not care
what she has done to deserve my visit.It matters not a speck.Any one
of these apes would do to feed the void.And, still, I hesitate before her.I can’t explain why.I hate this
town with such animosity that a mere touch upon her gaunt face would release me
of its foul grasp.What is it about this
one that makes me shutter?No, it isn’t
her.It is the place for which she lives.It is this rancid, hopeless and dreamless
town that deters me.If she is to die
today, let them all see what life meant to her.Perchance, Diker Heights needs a wakeup call.

I will make
something of her life—an example.There
is enough natural gas inside this derelict building to blow it and her to the
next world.All it needs is a little
spark.That is all I was.That is all she is.That is all I need.A loud, deafening blast!Gone!Engulfed in a second by the flame—the hurling debris.Look at how the vermin of this town
gasp!At last, they show a flicker of
interest in a happening.The traffic
stops.The wandering apes look upon it
as if it were a lone fire in the frigid night.Good.Let them see what an idle,
apathetic person gets in an idle, apathetic town.Good riddance.I bid you all adieu.

About the
Author:

Born and raised
on Long Island, NY, David V. Mammina grew up in North Lindenhurst as a young
boy having written various free writes inspired by his exposure to comic books
and video games, along with his will to create better stories than the late
eighties and early nineties could provide him. It remains his goal to write
novels and short stories containing a solid storyline with deep characters and
strong, believable dialogue—having written seven novels thus far.